It’s already been thirty days since I went locked, and so far no releases, milkings, or orgasms on my end. Over the past three weeks, I’ve given plenty of those climaxes to both my wife/KH and her girlfriend.
Originally, the plan was for me to stay locked through Lent, with a release scheduled for the party night my wife organized on April 11th. She hinted that some of my deepest fantasies would come true; once midnight hit, I’d be freed up while she claimed what remained of herself. Without giving many details, she just keeps teasing me about her plans.
With social distancing now standard practice and a close friend currently isolating after exposure to someone positive, we’re staying put in isolation unless we need supplies. Since I’m retired, remaining home and handling household tasks isn’t much trouble for me, though my wife acts like it’s the end of days. Her job used to require frequent client visits, meaning she was often away fifteen out of twenty workdays each month. On longer trips, I’d join her; we’d do sightseeing by day and head out for dinner or revisit something interesting from our daytime explorations.
Now that she’s home around the clock, she sees my daily rhythm and realizes I’m not as occupied as she believed. Yesterday, wanting to wash all the cabinet dishware because it had been a year since I chipped one of her serving pitchers, she quietly turned away while I finished cleaning up. I knew she was upset by that calm departure.
Several hours later, she returned holding a pouch for my BON4 cage. She set the contents on the table, and I noticed it appeared to be a second unit she must have purchased. Picking up the components, I saw distinct differences: inside both the M and Micro cages were welded pointy bumps. When I inquired, she explained this new one is what I’d wear at my coming-out party night; instead, however, it’s going on Friday evening and will stay until Sunday night as she teases and punishes me over that broken pitcher.
Today, while running errands, I need to pick up bolt cutters and a fresh lock for the cage. The current one has Loctite applied inside to prevent any temptation to release myself. When she installs the new lock on Sunday, I expect her to sabotage it so removal becomes difficult.
I’m eager until she returns to work.